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October 9, 2021

Dear You,

And as much as I sometimes wish you would ask how I’ve been, I’m more relieved that you haven’t. That conversation is for the trees and me.

Love,

#2021

September 23, 2021

Dear You,

You are loved, and you are seen.

Love,

#2021

April 19, 2021

Dear You,

This time in the world has confirmed an understanding I’ve concluded over and over lately.

Ignorance is a form of privilege, and bliss is what we call it so it’s easier to swallow.

March 22, 2021

Dear You,

Each day I love you more and more.

And you could never know, which makes me love you even more.

Love,

#2021

March 20, 2021

Dear You,

Why does it take pain for you to see me?

Why does it take the suffering of others for us to acknowledge their humanity that continues to be erased?

Why does it take people dying to truly be grasped for who they are, always were, as a whole?

Why can’t people see us now before we’re gone?

Love,

#2021

March 19, 2021

Dear You,

These days, I can’t stop thinking about how the world would look like if we met others in peace and kindness, rather than to oppress and conquer.

Please stay safe. I love you.

Love,

#2021

March 17, 2021

Dear You,

This world feels heavier by the hour, and I feel alone. It’s quite a convincing illusion, and I don’t have it in me to do anything other than let it be. I don’t have any words beyond this to comfort Self. I’m much more convinced that Self shouldn’t receive immediate comfort every time, either. I want it all, including this feeling of emptiness and sorrow.

So I’m going to breathe, and appreciate that I can at all.

Such beauty in these moments.

Love,

#2021

February 27, 2021

Dear You,

I think about your laugh quite often these days. The goofy dances, the way you looked at me with the belief you have in me, the way you would tell me how silly I was, and how beautiful my heart was to you. You always knew me even when I did not know myself, despite having convinced myself otherwise. I have thought of your kindness on and off through the years.

I wish fields of green valleys under blue skies for you. I wish warm winters and cool summers for you. I wish quiet peaceful nights under warm blankets with the person you married, the person who is so damn fortunate to have you in their life. Marriage may not be for me, but I was always rooting for you, and for the intimate connection we had. Now all I truly wish to share is that I am so saddened to see how you go through so much pain so often, and have for so long. I am sorry I was not able to come sooner, but I also am glad that it worked out this way, as it took me all those years to love myself so I could come back and love you. I wish you peace, love, and kindness.

I hope to hear from you soon. I’ve missed you, and please know that you are so strong. You helped me forgive myself for some pretty unforgivable things, and well, I will never forget you. You shine so radiantly. I believe in you, old friend.

I love you.

Love,

#2021

February 20, 2021

Dear You,

It’s been quite a year. I’m thriving and diving.

I’ve missed you, and I’m also feeling good to be taking everything life has given me and given it back in full bloom, beyond the digital frame.

I love you, and stay strong.

Love,

#2021

August 6, 2020

Dear You,

I am reborn time and time again. I am bleeding new colors every day. I wish for you to see.

Maybe in another life. You and I may never find each other anywhere but here, but I am so glad you are here.

Lovers are coming and going, slipping between my fingertips, resting in between my mind’s eye and heart. The fabric of the universe is made of love, connection, and peace. I will create this world, and I am no longer alone.

I was never alone but you know this.

I am in love with the world, and I will not apologize.

I am a soul experiencing the human condition, and there is so much to love, so much to admire. So much to want to know.

I accept all I am, all I’ve done, all I desire, all I am not.

I accept the vessel I am for love, compassion, kindness, Mother Nature, and the beauty that comes from being human.

I accept that I am a mess and organized, my thoughts are ugly as they are beautiful, I am as sad as I am happy. I am content, I am unsatisfied, I am empty, I am full.

I am loved, and it feels so warm. Like a hug that will last forever, because I am holding myself. I am holding my own.

Suffering, I see you. I will take care of you, my suffering. I will nurture you and love you as I love the parts of me that are easier to look at.

Be aRt before you become another “I” .

Love,

#2020

January 31, 2020

Dear You,

The sun warmed my bones in the winter air this afternoon. I am endlessly grateful for everything that has been a part of my path thus far. I am surrounded by beautiful women, my beautiful sisters, and continuing to embrace The Divine Feminine. Forgive yourself, love yourself, and take care of yourself.

Remembering to be a friend to myself, first.

Love,

#2020

January 11, 2019

Dear You,

I have thought of you, and how well you listen to me. How well you have been able to show your love and support. You have always listened, even when all of my thoughts remained scattered among the darkness in my mind. Over the years, you have inspired me to be brave and live the life I have wanted before I knew to.

A profound clarity rests between clumps of snow crunching under tired cars tonight. The harsh cold pauses the night in Her silence between rolling wheels. All I have thought for the past few hours is, “Today was not so healing, but I will make the healing happen so much more because of that.”

If you’re still with me after all of this time, thank you for staying. Thank you for listening. Thank you for seeing all of my darkness, and all of my light.

Love,

#2019

February 24, 2018

Dear You,

Acceptance is a funny thing

We sense its presence

Embrace its absence

Feel shades in between but forget

We create all colors

Love,

#2018 #poetry

March 24, 2017

Dear You,

It’s a relief to be alone, strangely. My life is almost too much for me. You know?

Love,

#2017

October 31, 2016

Dear You,

I haven’t been reaching out to you for months now. I’ve been too busy reaching inward, living my life as authentically and genuinely as my being and conscience allows. I’ve been thinking less and living more. I find myself content with my process, while very unsatisfied. There is so much I wish to do and so very little time to do it all in.

An endless gray curtain hangs overhead. A cool breeze freezes my lungs into shock. You flood my being with bliss and relevant happiness, incomprehensible joy. I reek of love and admiration. I love you as I love the trees, so tall and unafraid. In your arms, how strange it is to feel so present for such an impermanent entity. I told you this a hundred times and will tell you a hundred times more, beautiful man with the bright soul. Pour yourself out, ease your mind, and feed your health. I gave up control a long time ago, and now I know what I want. I didn’t think this could happen to someone like me. I didn’t believe it fully until I held you for the first time. All becomes clear. I’m significant and unimportant. I don’t know much about much but waking up to your green eyes is how I recognize you. Like I have felt your being before in another time and place.

Listen to the air dance through the leaves. How scattered fragments can create a bolder whole. How wholes sometimes become halves, and halves sometimes become whole. How the warmth of a lover is nutrition for the soul and the laughter of a best friend makes me feel all ages simultaneously. How energies compliment one another and beauty molds into its rawest form. How I feel you in the birds the trees the ground the molecules between your hand and mine when we are apart in this in that in all in none. Of this. Just this.

Love,

#2016

June 12, 2016

Dear You,

I think of your voice. I think of your laugh. Your hand on my bare shoulder. On our second date, “I went ahead and picked out music from my ipod that I thought you’d like and put it on a playlist.” I grinned. First time any man did anything thoughtful for me. But

I don’t think that matters to you now. When we wrapped ourselves together for hours, just to watch the rain slink off of the tree while I traced your hands. You admitted we were made for each other in many ways. You even voiced that you loved me more than anyone you’d ever loved, and I remember telling you the same confession. Do you remember that? Am I the only one feeling like I lost my home? Why am I like this?

In the library, when we were laughing and holding hands, that was love. In your arms, you told me about the hurt and pain, and became authentic. That was love. I wiped your tears, held your round frightened face in my hands and told you I believe in you. That was love. You held my hand as we rest our foreheads together and breathed as one. That was love. Every bit of me in you and you in me. A love I cannot find without losing, it seems.

I think of that beautiful face. I hear your whisper at night. I feel you in me. Get out. Please leave.

Love,

#2016

April 3, 2016

Dear You,

I’m trying to get lost in the world today and leave myself behind. It is more painful than I remember.

Love,

#2016

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